I’ve had this can for so long I don’t even remember what it held originally. I think it might have been saddle soap. I set up my pole with a home-made hook, a split shot weight, and a cork float. I set my cork so that I would be fishing about two feet below the surface. With bait and pole in hand I made my way down to the pond. I threaded a grub onto my home-made hook and tossed my line out into the pond. Pictured below: Grub on hook and line out in water.
I swear, as God is my witness, that on the first cast; I caught a fish. It wasn’t a mount on the wall kind of fish; just a little pan fish about six inches long.
In the next twenty minutes I caught four more. None of them were huge, but combined they would make a good meal for someone that was trying to live off the land. So, that's how it's done. Nothing fancy, just a little old time ingenuity, and the next thing you know; it's fried fish for dinner.
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When I was a kid back in the 60s, I would catch small fish similar to that fish. Build a stick fire on the creek bank and roast the gutted fish on a long thin willow branch. Throw wet sand over the small fire and go look for blackberries in the cow pastures. Those were good times.
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